He curled his mustache and moved his head this way and that.

He thought about some new clothes which he was to have.

He owned to himself, with perfect ingenuousness, that he was, in his way, as a man, as good-looking as Ida herself.
Suddenly he remembered how Abby had looked when she was a young girl and he had married her; he had not compared himself so favorably with her.

The image of his dead wife, as a young girl, was much fairer in his mind than that of Ida Slome.
"There's no use talking, Abby was handsomer than Ida when she was young," he said to himself, as he began to undress.

He went to sleep thinking of Abby as a young girl, but when once asleep he dreamed of Ida Slome..